When the sun is shining it is a pretty day, like now. Have a good day.

Absurdist Art.

Last night for the first time in ages I got off to sleep with no problem which was very nice indeed after all those nights where I seemed to have to will myself asleep.

My problem has been thinking, of course once I start thinking my brain becomes too active and sleep no matter how desirable is not going to happen easily.

Last night Richie massaged my head as he was getting me settled for the night, and it seems to have worked.

Even now my head does not feel like I have a tight band around my forehead, a weird feeling but one which I have almost become used to.

Until Richie started to gently rub my brows and top of my head and when I felt more relaxed I realised that the feeling had been tension.

Never thought of having a tense forehead before, mind you think my hands are too; recall being very surprised after a manicure when I noticed how relaxed my hands felt.

The manicurist was most amused; Maya was a beautiful Serbian woman, who was briefly working in the salon of the hair dresser, Carlo Di Luca that I used to visit.

She looked like a madonna, a serene beauty, it was a pleasure to have her do my nails, felt quite wonderful to have my hair cut and coloured while Maya did my nails.

All the time Carlo, the hairdresser would be singing along to glorious Italian opera and sometimes he would ride around the salon on his scooter.

It was a great time going for a few hours in to Carlo's world, meeting his other customers, great place to talk to a wide variety of people.

People I would never have otherwise met, like one of the top criminal lawyers in The Netherlands and a variety of bright young things in the media world, as well as IT workers, and bar staff.

The coffee and the ambience were excellent, usually Carlo offered us glasses of wine and I have often had champagne.

Every now and then I would go to my hair appointment and buy little cakes to share with Carlo and his staff and other customers.

Getting a box with 8 tiny cakes was usually enough to share and always produced a great reaction when I arrived at the salon.

Happy days and great memories of a great hair cutter, Carlo stopped being a hair dresser, shame as he is the best hair cutter.

These days he is concentrating on catering and holidays, occasionally I get a sms or an e-mail telling me how and where he is.

Anytime now the Arsenal v Blackburn game will be over and Richie will hoist me out of bed and cut my hair and give me a shower.

Looking forward to that so will find some pictures and posts this now.

The weather is cool and changeable, when the sun is shining it is a pretty day, like now.

Have a good day.